Saturday, February 26, 2011

My favourite inspiration...

Spending all weekend writing.

Feels good. I am in the zone these days. But it has not been easy to get into the zone. I have needed lots of motivation to get me here.

My favourite inspiration sent me this some months ago to help me through my dark hours. And believe me, my dark hours are indeed dark. It has become perhaps the only thing that keeps me going when I am tempted to give up.

Two days left and this is all I am going to listen to.

By the way, a good friend of mine recently told me that I am so dramtic with my observations. He said this after we parted at a station and I felt incredibly sad. Now, let me give you this picture: We get off the escalators and there, in the middle are two tunnels. The two tunnels lead to our different trains. This is the place we have to say good bye, and you know that once you say goodbye, you cant turn back to wave again, or say something witty or perhaps just to see if the other person turns back to smile at you. It has to be final. Right there. In the middle. So we hug ourselves. First he gives me a kiss on one cheek and then we hug. Then we hug again and I give him a kiss on his cheek. And then, we just walk down the tunnels. Now tell me, isnt there something incredibly sad about that scene? I can replay it many times in my mind and still feel the weight of sadness and longing to be with him again.

However, reading again what I wrote about writing this weekend and the final countdown, etc etc, perhaps there is something in his observations. But I don't know if I will call it "dramatic" but I agree there's something "extreme" about my feelings.